Chapter 1249 The First Client
"Social media ount?" J found herself bewildered.
Discovering today that the store had undergone a renovation, she hadn''t had the chance to update
the address of her studio on her social media profile.
"Yes."
The woman nodded, handing her phone to J. She pointed to the address on the screen,
inquiring, "Isn''t this the right address?"
Upon closer inspection, J realized that the address was indeed here, which only added to her
confusion.
When had she updated her personal information, and why couldn''t she remember doing so?
Suddenly, a suspect crossed her mind.
J shot Brandon a fierce re. "Did you do this?" she demanded in a hushed tone.
He was the only one who knew her password and could ess her phone.
Grinning slyly, Brandon confessed, "I changed your social media ount''s address to this studio a
while ago. You know, users could easily track you down through Clyde''s photos. They are quite the
detectives, so it''s best to stay one step ahead."
It dawned on her then that she''d been duped by Brandon.
Fury simmered within J, but the waiting woman''s impatience interrupted any outburst.
"Is this J White''s studio?" she interjected. "If not, I''m leaving,"
With a witness present, J bit her tongue. Shooting Brandon another re, she whispered
venomously, "We''ll discuss thister."
Inhaling deeply, J turned to the woman, offering a courteous and warm smile. "Hello, miss," she
greeted. "I''m J White. What type of clothing design are you seeking? Please, share your
thoughts." She ushered the woman into the reception room.
"Miss." J poured a cup of coffee for her. "Might I ask your name?"
She took the coffee, sipping it gently before responding, "Carly Reed."
J inquired, "What kind of clothing design interests you?"
Setting her teacup aside, Carly replied earnestly, "I saw the outfit you created for an elderlydy
online and was deeply moved. I''d like you to design one for my grandmother as well."
This being her firstmission in her independent studio, J took it seriously. "Do you have any
specific design requirements?"
Carly smiled and replied, "I''m still considering it; I haven''t quite made up my mind."
Surprised, J probed further, "You haven''t decided yet?"
Visibly embarrassed, Carly exined, "After seeing that outfit, I couldn''t help but think of my own
grandmother and knew I had tomission you. However, I haven''t pinned down a particr style
yet."
J nodded, her expression veiled and uncertain.
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"Actually, I previously asked Draco from W Marks to design something for me." Carly sighed. "Sadly,
his design wasn''t what I wanted."
Taking another sip of tea, she continued with a smile, "But when I saw your designs, I just knew you
could create exactly what I sought. Now, having seen your studio''s decor, my faith in you is even
stronger."
J hadn''t anticipated such confidence from Carly.
After all, she was a fledgling independent designer, her reputation hardly rivaling that of the
renowned Draco.
J took a demure sip of tea before saying earnestly, "Thank you for your trust, Miss Reed. I
promise not to let you down."
Carly beamed, nodding in affirmation. "I believe in you."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the hours slipping away unnoticed until the moon dipped
behind the hills. Reluctantly, Carly said her goodbyes.
"If you need anything further, please don''t hesitate to contact me," J offered, escorting Carly to
the door.
"Of course, we''ll chat soon," Carly responded, her smile unwavering.
Once Carly departed, J moved to tidy up the table, but Brandon sauntered in.
"Let the assistant handle it," Brandon suggested, taking J''s hand. "Why don''t we head home?"
She was still simmering over Brandon''s overreach.
J casted him a sidelong re. "You go on without me," she murmured. "I have more work to
do."
Raising an eyebrow, Brandon inquired, "What work could you possibly have at this hour?"
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Her voice icy andced with lingering ire, J retorted, "That''s none of your business. Just go—I
don''t want to see you right now."